[INDENT]Dear Thomas,
Theodore Baxter wrote me a letter. Four years have passed, so he may be different than he was when Uncle Ted knew him. Xxnx “Diane, you look more lovely every time I see you. The Hamiltons are very anxious to meet you. He quickly replied. A few weeks later at mail call, the clerk pulled an envelope from the satchel. Father and I survived another round of the flu, and so did our patients. Uncle Ted spoke quite highly of him. The bus had a flat tire, but they are underway again. Diane and I will see you for lunch on the twenty-third. He may have a girl waiting for him.”
“Perhaps you should ask him. I’ll stay in the shadows, but I should like to see this young man of yours myself.”
She blushed more. He waved her away. Baxter told us you were Tommy’s girl,
